Airports at night

I love airports. The idea of going somewhere, the excitement of welcoming someone back, the sadness of saying goodbye. But over the past few months I have got to experience the airport is a different way. We have spent a lot of time on the tarmac, at all sorts of hours working on a film project. One night while we were filming from inside the terminal I managed to shoot a couple of still photos. Our little airport isn’t 24 hours and is tiny compared to others, but it still feels spacious in the dark of the night. It is almost a contradiction, to be alone and experience a space usually so transient and bustling with people now empty. It’s a strange kind of silence, with only the escalators still running, and the neon signs still glowing.

Airports at Night

A space usually so transient and bustling is now empty in a strange kind of silence. Only the escalators still running, and the neon signs still glowing.